It's night.

No mana. Zhong Li was like a mortal, he only felt lonely and helpless. He can also be regarded as being placed under house arrest by Han Lin here.

"But it's still much better than not seeing the light of day in a bracelet...... "He's learned to make fun out of suffering."

For hundreds of years, he had many dreams, and finally found that they were all bubbles, which burst as soon as he poked them. You can't save yourself. And all the dreams were shattered.

It was pitch black outside, and he couldn't go anywhere, so he could only walk around the courtyard and the medicine garden.

The fossil rat didn't know if it was ordered by Han Lin, anyway, it was surrounded nearby, and he followed him every step of the way.

But it doesn't look like it.

There is no one who spies people, but there is a grin with his teeth, and he throws the pits and leaves at himself.

It's like I want to play with myself.

Zhong Li inexplicably missed his spirit beast. He clearly remembered that his spirit beast was covered in blood in order to protect himself. There is it, and there is also its own. On his head, on his body, on his face and body, there was no blood in it!

The more I thought about it, the more my head hurt. I was also very annoyed.

Then I felt bored.

"Squeak!" The little guy of the fossil rat, seeing that the man in black was stupid, threw the core even harder. When he saw that he had hit it, he called out triumphantly.

also took the ass chrysanthemum and slapped Zhong Li.

Han Lin never thought that the fossil rat was left here alone, and it was very lonely.

Seeing this scene, Zhong Li gritted his teeth in anger, raised his eyebrows, and simply picked up the kernel, threw it at each other with the fossil rat, and played.

This little thing doesn't look fat, but it can run fast. He is small and drills holes everywhere. I am familiar with the site, too. It can be said that the time and place are favorable.

Zhong Li is not bad. Although he has lost his mana, his martial arts cultivation is still there.

The two fought evenly.

"Hahaha. Senior Zhong is so Yaxing!" Han Lin's voice could be heard from a distance. Because of the contract, Zhong Li found that he was a little happy when he heard Han Lin's voice. It's like a pet listening to its owner coming home. I think it's a little strange. Shaking his head, he shook off the weird idea.

"Come on, come on, I know seniors are bored here. Look what gift I brought you. ”

Han Lin sparsely conjured up a large piece of books from the storage bag.

"The Lonely Proud Prince", "The Little Overlord of the Silver Gun", "The Peerless Beauty", "The Warrior King" ......

A few pennies a book. They are all popular miscellaneous books on the market.

Zhong Li looked embarrassed. But he also understood Han Lin's intentions. I was afraid that he would be bored here, so I found some mortal fun for myself. The courtesy is light. My heart warms.

"This~ has Lao Daoyou. Zhong Li cooperated with Han Lin to neatly stack the book and put it in the cabinet carefully.

"In the future, if the seniors need anything, just mention it to someone Han. "Han Lin has a delicate heart, and he does an excellent job of superficial kung fu - you need to know that those in the sect who look down on him can't even do this superficial kung fu.

He continued yesterday's topic and said: "When I contemplated the soul body of my friends, the resentment on my body was entangled, and the nourishment of the soul nourishing wood for hundreds of years had not been eliminated. It seems that there is a great grievance. ”

Hearing this, Zhong Li's face showed a desolate, resentful, and resentful look.

This was the first time Han Lin had seen someone have such a wonderful look on their faces.

"Ahhh......h After looking at it for a long time, he said quietly: "Does Han Daoyou really want to know about this?"

Han Lin nodded, revealing a look of anticipation.

Zhong Li recalled with a sad look: "I know that this matter is very important to me. But there are many details that have been forgotten with the self-detonation of the spirit. I hate it...... This matter has to start with the treasure of my Hehuan Sect Zhenzong "Three Thousand Selfless True Demon Skills". ”

Long eyelashes, covered with hazy eye waves. His eyes didn't look at Han Lin. It's just like a dream, and he whispered: "Speaking of the "Three Thousand Selfless True Demon Skills", according to legend, it is the supreme cultivation secret method left by the real people in the upper realm. However, this exercise is extremely difficult to cultivate, and the requirements for cultivators are also extremely harsh, and if you don't pay attention to it, you will leave your life behind and be eaten by this method. I think of someone Zhong, as the young sect master of the sect, he has been arrogant since he was a child, and the only choice he thinks is it. ”

The hazy eye waves suddenly lit up. Thinking of that miraculous exercise, he said with a fascinated look: "Opening the pulse with the "Three Thousand Selfless True Demon Skills" exercise is the supreme method of opening the pulse. It's a hundred times stronger than the method of rushing pulses. It is necessary to use the exercises to completely close the consciousness of the self and create a new life. The more lives you create and the more experiences you have, the stronger your cultivation effect will be. It is rumored that if you are a member of the Upper Realm Holy Clan, your lifespan is not limited like ours, and you can turn into three thousand at most. In the end, the work was completed and the pulse was opened in one fell swoop, and the strength was incredible, which was beyond our imagination. ”

"Hey, I think I was ambitious. Identified it. Who knows, even if a lot of preparations have been made. I opened my pulse with "Three Thousand Selfless True Demon Skills", but in the end, I was reluctant, and unfortunately left my life. Sighing, Zhong Li said with some regret, "This lifeline is a woman named 'Li Ling'er'." Only by marrying her or killing her can I break the door of my life, leave no flaws, and not be counterattacked. ”

Han Lin was strange, and said secretly: "This "Three Thousand Selfless True Demon Skills" must be undoubtedly magic skills. ”

The way of cultivating the truth is to act against the sky. Refining the body, practicing the law, and refining the mind are all indispensable. An important reason for the disappearance of cultivators is that they have gone mad.

Therefore, some ruthless people simply go directly into the demon and cultivate with the devil's heart to avoid going mad.

After all, the Demon Heart is also a kind of heart refining.

Therefore, under the influence of exercises and experiences, most of the immortal cultivators have a strange temperament, a withdrawn character, a strange temper, and a unique behavior.

Han Lin looked at Zhong Li's psychedelic expression, and was shocked: "This "Three Thousand Selfless True Demon Skills" sounds extremely powerful, how can it be said that it is also left by real people in the upper realm, how can there be such a big flaw in the life gate?"

But it's not easy to interject, so I can only continue to listen to the other party.

Zhong Li recalled.

Outside the main hall. The starlight and moonlight were bright. The moonlight, like silver, shone the shadows of several people on the ground.

The python fell to the ground at some point. The knife was also broken.

He fell to his knees, struggling to get back to his feet. His face was covered in blood. The blood clot had clotted and stuck to the eyelashes, covering the entire right eye.

At this moment, he has long lost the appearance of a noble son. It's like half a blind man.

Li Ling'er also knelt beside him, and said in a trembling voice: "Please, please spare Brother Zhong." It's me. It's all my fault. Kill me...... Kill me...... Just kill me and it's over. ”

The man in black watched everything coldly. It doesn't seem to have anything to do with him. He was already a great monk, so he naturally had to take that step.

The lust of the world does not want to be touched any more.

He had a knife in his hand.

But it can't be called a "knife", it's just an iron block more than three feet long and a palm wide. There is no blade and no back. He didn't even have a knife handle, only two pieces of cork nailed, and he wrapped it in a bandage and tied it to his hand.

A young man of the same age as Zhong Li in the back looked at the pair of hard-working mandarin ducks with his eyes. His right leg is lame. The right hand is also wasted, hanging like a chicken's paw. Trembling.